They took over our shops and manor, forced us to work for them, and bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrator, praise the great alliance, thank God you are finally here. Irena's expression is indescribable

Weird, he coughed dryly and said, "Anyway, you get up first.

Wedelier did not get up, but instead pressed his head closer to the ground, mumbling incessantly. This time even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.

The Elf King Fugui standing nearby sighed, walked up to him, kicked the guy's knees, and pointed to the side of the road.

"We're not interested in messing with you. We don't object to you kneeling if you like, but please go over there...and don't block our way."

After hearing the previous words, Wedelir finally burst into tears and smiled, with a flattering smile on his face, and crawled back to the roadside.

"Thank you, sir! Let's get out of here! You... please come inside!" Bicester Fortress fell.

The Skeleton Corps won this place without bloodshed, and the price they paid was only dozens of 155mm artillery shells and a few 60kg mass bombs.

In fact, they were the only ones who fired faster. If they had been a few minutes later, they might not have even saved the shells.

The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaning their rifles on both sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

That gray-faced look makes it hard to hate. In the communication channel, Irena, who was taking the captives into custody, complained to Brother Mole who was following behind.

"Good fellow.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\nWe didn't catch the grand occasion of welcoming Master Wang at Oasis No. 3, but we caught up with him at Oasis No. 2."

"The explanation is about to end."

The Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.

The Panzergrenadier truck advanced and drove swaggeringly into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward closely behind him.

When passing by the commander named Wedelier, he signaled the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop. Looking down at the man hurriedly prostrate on the ground, he searched inside the turret and pulled out a blank

The notebook was dropped on the ground in front of the man.

Hearing something smack in front of him, Wedelir subconsciously shrank his neck, and only took a trepidating glance after finding that his head hadn't fallen off.

There was no nonsense. Mole looked down at him and ordered concisely, "I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"In the past week, all the troops that passed here, their numbers, numbers, equipment, which way they came when they came, which door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought, and who left first when they left.

Foot or right foot...write everything you know in this notebook."

Wedelir nodded repeatedly.

"You are a good sir, I will definitely do as you are told."
Chapter completed!